was on “grandparents-watch” all day. the girl that usually stays with them, helps them etc. has Mondays off. she’s back now so I snuck upstairs for a sec..check some emails, have some alone-time, basically.
going back downstairs now. will watch the new episodes tonight, when they’re all in bed, so I can get my naughty on lol True Blood promises you this much generally.
just let me know this: was it a good and dirty start of a new season??
..lives down the street from me here in Greece. or at least he used to. now, whenever I come here to visit my grandparents and walk by his house, it’s empty. family troubles had him move one town over, to stay with his grandfather.-
personal late night ramblings so don’t go on reading if you aren’t really interested. I just felt like writing it down, getting it off my chest.
-the other day I had to go to the grocery store and to get there you have to walk past his house on the corner. approaching it I felt so anxious and for a second I thought I saw someone on the porch but I guess that was wishful thinking, of sorts, because if I’m honest with myself, I don’t know if I’d want to see him. he was the first boy I loved and who loved me back. this summer it’s 6 years and I can’t even begin to wrap my head around that..it seems surreal because in those 6 years he’s been on my mind often, too often.
however beautiful the time we had that summer was, I still haven’t reached the point where I just enjoy the memories, without feeling anxious and melancholic.
so I just stood there in the middle of the street, looking at the house, remembering one sweet moment we had on this very porch. sometimes I wonder if it really happened but those are fractions of moments. even now, going into town and seeing places we’ve been to together triggers a flood of memories..
one thing I’m glad about is that my parents and I now go to a different beach because the one we usually go to is also the one he and I met, kissed for the first time and spend a lot of time with one another. going there with my parents is like a punch in the face and a kick in my gut, all the while I must keep a straight face.